He called back with the news that the skip had been delivered in the morning, but that the skip-hire men had been chased away by a Very Rude Neighbour. Really? We have one of those? I know quite a deaf one, but surely she … oh bollocks …
Josie moving far too fast for me to catch her front-on with my phone. “Michelle, you’re a fairy, a star, and a saint all rolled into one.” “What? A fart?” She really is very quick. We woke still all full of colds and flu and exhaustion but, HEY!, it’s Bank Holiday weekend. We were in […]
Michelle introduced a new evening routine yesterday – always risky, but this seems to be paying off in a big way …
I found it ever so slightly disconcerting this afternoon when, standing precariously balanced at the very top of a ladder, I felt a vice-like grip encircle each ankle …
The table arrived as promised today – very impressive service. It’s my kind of furniture, too heavy to lift and with six little hardwood dowels to be banged into …
We don’t have any before and after pics of the house, but here’s a picture of feet …
Having procured Odin’s banqueting table yesterday evening (just another piece of trans-dimensional bric-a-brac) we came back to earth today with a trip to our favourite furniture emporium …
This evening while Michelle and I were eating dinner together we heard a strange thumping sound. It was pretty late, but we thought one of the neighbours must be fixing something (it wasn’t late enough for that but sounded just like it) …
So that’s the problem. I live in a house with electricity … Heather arrived today …
… That makes it a barbeque weekend, which means there won’t be an organic lamb chop to be had for love or money in any supermarket by 10am tomorrow …